Another Cheap Title...
Bombay it is where I am going to start my phase of the life where for a change, I am going to be living on my own after about 24 years of living on almost everyone else. Well for starters I never liked Bombay much from the limited interaction I had with her , I must have made about 3 trips to Bombay in my entire life with one being a mere stopover for a connecting flight, Remember staying in Bombay for about a day, because of a technical glitch in the flight, It used to be known as Bombay those days, First impression of the city was at a pedestrian crossing “ This place is bloody stuffed like a can of sardines” saw this huge crowd waiting to cross the road at a signal and I am thinking that the population of the entire town where we used to stay then would be less than the amount of people waiting to cross the road , In other words I found it extremely crowded , a suffocating environment, and a place which had this petrol laden moisture which sticks on you giving you a second shade , never had a chance to interact with the people out there or the places.
Second time around went last year to receive a prize for a paper, my sole contribution to the Endeavour was to go collect the prize as the other chappies had an exam, called up a friend who was working in Patni, or was it I flex, Shankar aka Mudalvan, he was the savior, came to pick me up at Santa Cruz at about 11 in the night, it was way off his regular route, we then took up about three modes of transportation to reach his place , my trip to Bombay form Bangalore had taken just about the same time to reach his place. The next day around, manage to get a ride on his company’s bus till a particular place, and was advised to take a train to Bandra, I had to go to the Taj there, well me in all my innocence went to the station, it was just a ten minute trip to Bandra, I go there and see this huge crowd waiting to get into a single bogey, there I was wondering if I would be able to survive this seething mass of Humanity, I gave up, took a cab, reached Bandra , One thing positive about the entire trip were the people who in their own way did help us out and the cabbies who insisted on using the meter
Another chum from Bombay, who goes up with this naara “Mumbai rocks” on all his internal messenger posts claims that anyone who lived in Bombay/Mumbai would be a Bombayite for life. Let’s see how true it is…..
As of now I do know where I am going ………..
It is to this crowdy, humid, eternally busy place which hopefully shall be better than I think it is going to be, But on another note, am going to live on near the sea, for a land lubber like me, Bah …………………
P.s: Bombay I presume is the only place where IPO advertisements are painted on buses
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Iron Maiden hits Town
Never was a Maiden Fan, the concert did nothing to change my perception , they were good , you do have to give them credit , but I guess I outgrew maiden sometime when I was in my teens , loads of my friends are proclaimed maiden heads , nothing against them, everyone has a different taste in music , but still cant stand Maiden , I know I will be ostracized for posting this, but yes people this is the truth in capital letters, I still think of them as old geezers who never grew up. On another note, they did know how to get the crowd moving, me was wandering around during the entire Maiden performance hoping to talk with someone, but never did that, other than a friend throwing up and us being stranded after the concert, bloody hungry and sleepy, Were desperate for water and a smoke, Nice fun it was with a bunch of friends, met up with some other people whom I had not seen in about 3 odd years
All in all an enjoyable evening except for the music :)
All in all an enjoyable evening except for the music :)
The Ballad of a Thin Man
A brilliant Dylan song; cheaply borrowed it for a vague post
I have always been thin, there used to be this time when I was the chubbiest kid in the class, I actually don’t remember ever being chubby or fat, or any friendly neighborhood aunty pulling my cheeks and saying “so cute”, happened to see my school snaps taken when I was in 1st and 2nd Standard, I was quite surprised to see that I was in fact the fattest kid in the whole lot. There I stood in the last row with my shirt barely covering my belly and proudly displaying a Red badge saying “First Rank”, I did have that stupid grin which somehow tended to pop in almost all my snaps, have only one set of photos in which I don’t have that grin, a half –cocky gesture, which seemed to say “mate what do you think you are looking at?”
So much for old school snaps, I actually remembered a kid from back then, his name was balaji, if my memory serves me right, he used to be the eternal third rank holder for about 3 odd years which I spent in that school, there was another girl who used to share 1st rank with me, don’t remember her name though, have only one line to say about my academics from then to now “kahan se kahan aa gaye”
Well back to the post, was thin all through my school life from 5th and through college, my trouser sizes had remained the same from 9th to post-grad with a decent improvement recently, never felt that I was thin back in school. Hmm was a lean mean fighting machine (another cheap phrase)
Have lost track of what I was thinking , sorry the ballad has to be continued some other day
I have always been thin, there used to be this time when I was the chubbiest kid in the class, I actually don’t remember ever being chubby or fat, or any friendly neighborhood aunty pulling my cheeks and saying “so cute”, happened to see my school snaps taken when I was in 1st and 2nd Standard, I was quite surprised to see that I was in fact the fattest kid in the whole lot. There I stood in the last row with my shirt barely covering my belly and proudly displaying a Red badge saying “First Rank”, I did have that stupid grin which somehow tended to pop in almost all my snaps, have only one set of photos in which I don’t have that grin, a half –cocky gesture, which seemed to say “mate what do you think you are looking at?”
So much for old school snaps, I actually remembered a kid from back then, his name was balaji, if my memory serves me right, he used to be the eternal third rank holder for about 3 odd years which I spent in that school, there was another girl who used to share 1st rank with me, don’t remember her name though, have only one line to say about my academics from then to now “kahan se kahan aa gaye”
Well back to the post, was thin all through my school life from 5th and through college, my trouser sizes had remained the same from 9th to post-grad with a decent improvement recently, never felt that I was thin back in school. Hmm was a lean mean fighting machine (another cheap phrase)
Have lost track of what I was thinking , sorry the ballad has to be continued some other day
The loss of humility
Another post, another day, going to change the name of my blog, shall be know as something better than vishnupurana@blogspot.com
Life has been quite a whirlwind these days, been quite busy (ah the liar in me refuses to stop farting) made a job at Universal consulting; placements are indeed tedious, never thought I would be under pressure, but some interviews do make you feel real bad, moi had a not so great academic record on campus. But the only thing I had in my favor was the fact that I could speak on anything and everything for about 5 odd minutes making sense, (at least I thought I made senseJ) well perceptions do vary, had about 20-25 odd interviews and almost all of them were Fit interviews in other words personal interviews, well I am not someone who is uncomfortable with them, but somehow loads of them decided I was just being arrogant, one of them told me this on my face.
I am not exactly the epitome of humility, but being called “Arrogant” well was a first for me in some time (24 years to be more precise), I do tend to speak in a very direct manner, but never thought that people perceived it in a completely different light. Well had this really deep self – searching exercise in which I bugged almost all my friends asking them the same question again and again “Mate do you think that I sound arrogant,” I did change the wording a lot, the question was rephrased in different ways, almost all the chappies with whom I drank in the last 2 weeks were subject to me proving the fact that I was not arrogant,
finicky (yes), usually uncompromising, short tempered, really cocky in team games, had a tendency to question the existing order, did bark out orders, could be a very bad first mate, someone who could not tolerate shortfalls in other people, cocksure in his decisions, Impetus, someone who could not sit still in a single place, foolish at times, miss the small details, manipulative at times, Bloody lazy, really bad at managing my time, happy go lucky, introverted (???) All these traits are mine indeed mine, but arrogant, hmm I don’t buy that, tell me why should I listen to some one else???
(The above paragraph is something similar to my mind’s thought process when I was given this feedback)
All this “soul searching “did yield something, that I don’t take very well to others commenting about me, while I do want others to take down my opinions as a gospel. The paradox being the fact that it proves the point that I am indeed arrogant as spelt out by loads of them, my friends and family would never say something to antagonize me. But honestly, the day I stopped listening to what others say, I am indeed arrogant
Bah another pointless post
Life has been quite a whirlwind these days, been quite busy (ah the liar in me refuses to stop farting) made a job at Universal consulting; placements are indeed tedious, never thought I would be under pressure, but some interviews do make you feel real bad, moi had a not so great academic record on campus. But the only thing I had in my favor was the fact that I could speak on anything and everything for about 5 odd minutes making sense, (at least I thought I made senseJ) well perceptions do vary, had about 20-25 odd interviews and almost all of them were Fit interviews in other words personal interviews, well I am not someone who is uncomfortable with them, but somehow loads of them decided I was just being arrogant, one of them told me this on my face.
I am not exactly the epitome of humility, but being called “Arrogant” well was a first for me in some time (24 years to be more precise), I do tend to speak in a very direct manner, but never thought that people perceived it in a completely different light. Well had this really deep self – searching exercise in which I bugged almost all my friends asking them the same question again and again “Mate do you think that I sound arrogant,” I did change the wording a lot, the question was rephrased in different ways, almost all the chappies with whom I drank in the last 2 weeks were subject to me proving the fact that I was not arrogant,
finicky (yes), usually uncompromising, short tempered, really cocky in team games, had a tendency to question the existing order, did bark out orders, could be a very bad first mate, someone who could not tolerate shortfalls in other people, cocksure in his decisions, Impetus, someone who could not sit still in a single place, foolish at times, miss the small details, manipulative at times, Bloody lazy, really bad at managing my time, happy go lucky, introverted (???) All these traits are mine indeed mine, but arrogant, hmm I don’t buy that, tell me why should I listen to some one else???
(The above paragraph is something similar to my mind’s thought process when I was given this feedback)
All this “soul searching “did yield something, that I don’t take very well to others commenting about me, while I do want others to take down my opinions as a gospel. The paradox being the fact that it proves the point that I am indeed arrogant as spelt out by loads of them, my friends and family would never say something to antagonize me. But honestly, the day I stopped listening to what others say, I am indeed arrogant
Bah another pointless post
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